Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.